Category: My Cherokee Indian Influence

Looking back, I can still feel the dirt under my feet and the sun on my face as I followed my...

I’ll never forget the winter I trailed my grandmother through the snow-dusted woods behind her...

I can still see the goldenrod swaying in the late summer breeze on my grandmother’s farm, its...

I’ll never forget the first time I saw my grandmother burn sage. It was a crisp fall evening on...

One of my favorite memories from my grandmother’s farm is the late summer day we went picking...

I can still hear the rasp in my throat that winter I caught a cold at my grandmother’s farm. I was...

I can still picture the day I came limping back to my grandmother’s farmhouse, blood trickling...

There’s a memory that sticks with me from my days on my grandmother’s farm: the time I ate too...

I’ll never forget the summer I stepped on a yellow jacket’s nest behind my grandmother’s...

I can still see my grandmother standing by the creek that ran through her farm, her hands brushing...

Growing up, I spent countless hours trailing behind my grandmother through the fields and woods...